Chapter 3
There was a huge wisp of black smoke and the Death Eaters were gone.
"Everyone into the Great Hall. NOW!" Prof. McGonagall's voice was magnified over the whole castle.
I look at my watch. The battle has been going for three hours now and stopped. We all make our way to the great Hall. Bodies litter the floor. I gasp as I see a couple of people I know. Someone grabs me and pulls me up onto the stage at the end of the hall. It's Prof. McGonagall.
"Everyone, we are not giving Miss Mabel in. Understand? Good. Could I get the Hufflepuff's to go out and collect the bodies. Anyone with medical experience, over to Madame Pomfrey to help. Gryffindor's, down to the kitchen and collect food and drinks. Slytherin's help the Hufflepuff's. Go!"
Everyone heads off in different directions.
"Maisy, James, Matt and Henri, conjure some four tables. While I clean up the rubies and emeralds," Prof. McGonagall says.
We nod. We conjure four tables. Gryffindor's come pouring in and set up food and drinks on the tables. Blood was spread everywhere. It was gross. Fifteen minutes had passed.
"PROFESSOR! We have fifteen minutes until Voldemort comes into the castle!" I yelled above the talking.
The chatter dies instantly. With one wave of her wand, McGonagall makes everything vanish.
"Everyone, quickly, back to your stations. NOW!" Professor McGonagall barked.
Again, people flooded out of the hall. Matt, Maisy, James and I head up to the 6th floor.
We all sit behind statues an suits of armor. For ten minutes in silence.
"Good luck guys," Matt says.
BANG!
Maisy and I squeal as eight Death Eaters march into the corridor. I shove my fist into my mouth to stop my self from screaming at the sight of one of them. He has a huge gash in his face that has pus pouring out of it.
"We know your hear!" He roars.
His fellow Death Eaters roar with laughter. I cringe when I realize that it's Fenier Greyback. My mitto paper starts hitting me on my head. Mitto paper is used to send messages to the asked people. Matt, Maisy, James and I have them. I look at it.
Stun them. Matt.
It reads. I look at James. He nods. He looks at Maisy. She nods. The paper starts flashing. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 2, NOW! It flashes.
"Stupefy!" "Stupefy!" "Stupefy!" "Stupefy!"
All spells hit four Death Eaters. Greyback included.
"Advada Kedavera!" I scream as the curse hits my suit of armor.
Matt jumps out.
"Not her!" Matt screams at McDonald.
"Why not? She too special. Worried I'll ruin her pretty little face? Huh? Crucio!" McDonald screams at Matt.
He narrowly dodges the curse. I plan to duel them. Then so many things happen at once. A huge roar echoes around the hall. The roof falls in and Matt and I are trapped. I hear Maisy screaming my name.
"Maisy! It's okay! Get you and James out! Get out!" I scream through the wall.
"Henri! Come one!" Matt cries at me.
We start sprinting to the end. I stop suddenly. I see a fire. It burns in my eyes. The heat creeps onto my body. The smoke burns my throat.
"Agumenti!" I scream. Water shoots from my wand but evaporates.
"Fiendfyre," I cry.
"Matt! Matt? MATT!" I scream.
I can't see him. A huge lump forms in my throat. I think I'm about to cry. I don't cry. I mustn't.
"Matt!" I call again.
I feel my way through the smoke. Thump. I land on the floor. I look back to see what I tripped over and rub my elbow. It's Matt.
"Matt!" I cry.
I shake him.
"Matt, please!" I say.
I do a simple spell.
"Damn!"
The spell says that's he's unconscious.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" I say and aim my wand at Matt.
I leviate him and run beside him. I manage to get to the Great Hall. I gasp when I see Voldemort dueling McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout. Suddenly, everything slows down.
"And if it isn't the girl herself," Voldemort sneers at me.
Madame Pomfrey rushes over to me and waved her wand over Matt. He wakes.
"Come on then. Come on up and fight me," Voldemort jeers.
"Okay," I say and walk to the center.
The three professor's that were dueling him back off.
"Mind you, she's mine. No one is allowed to help any of us," Voldemort continues.
"Hmm, so sad that your pretty little face will be ruined," he sneers.
He keeps shooting insults at me.
"And your parents, I will murder them next. And your little sister? Greta, I believe?" He smiles as he see's the look of terror on my face.
"You will never touch any of THEM!" I scream.
The anger boils up in the pit of my stomach. It gets bigger and bigger.
"What, and you don't?" I scream at Voldemort.
He had said that I had no power at all. He must have see the anger in my eyes.
"Angry are we?" He asks me.
"Angry? Advada Kedavera!"